Blackmailed For Love

He didn't knock as he entered the small file room.He stood there and looked around, if he was impressed by the work I'd had done in just two days he didn't say it.

Instead when his eyes came back to me they were as cold and hard as an ice block.

Once upon a time they used to look at me like I was his whole world.

"Get up.We are leaving."

I blinked up at him, not understanding where he was taking me.

His eyes narrowed on me and he said, "You are not doing a good job of following my orders."

Not giving into the urge to roll my eyes, I stood up and grabbed my small purse.

Pressing my hand down to smooth out my skirt, I rounded the desk and I asked, "Where are you taking me?"

"Your home.I decided I'll drop my whore back at her place at the end of the day."

His words made me wince and he saw it as a moment later he grabbed my wrist to pull me in front of him.

His hard eyes caressed my face and he said, "I won't let you forget it.The way I couldn't forget.I'll keep reminding you and myself who you truly are."

I bit down the inside of my cheek and stared back at him.I won't give him the satisfaction of knowing how his words were scratching at my bruised heart.

He gripped my face and dug his fingers into my cheeks as he demanded, "Say it."

One thing about Kristian was, he always lashed out and did everything he could to not be the only one feeling the pain.

When someone hurts him he hurts them back tenfold.

And he didn't know how to stop until his enemy was beaten down and destroyed.

I had seen it with my own eyes.I knew it deep in my bones how far he could go.

So there was no trying to fight it.

Also, I just didn't want to fight him.

He had his demons and I used to be his comforting place despite our age difference but then I turned on him, became the one who broke his trust, and became another person in his list of demons.

"I am a whore." I said, giving him what he wanted.

Or maybe I was just a glutton for punishment His lips twisted.

"Whose?"

"Yours."

Only his.

Ever his.

"That's right.Don't you ever forget that."

He walked out of the room and made me follow him.

Unlike him my steps were hesitant as I followed him, I didn't want him to drop me home.

form i had filled out, I had lied about my town, my schooling and my

my status

important stuff that would lead the people here to my personal life but now he wanted to drop me home: Please, God, make him have a flat tire:

Nope.

Not on my side.

Like he ever is.

  His car didn't have a

have anything that would make it any less than the beauty that she

curved up as a memory

had gotten his Ferrari GT and he had taken me

how we had spent the evening later

got to the parking space, he strode toward his black Porsche, unlocking it on the way and without

later I heard the ignition

passenger side before he could get irritated and start to

down, I

drive me.I

He didn't say anything.

hold a lover

I knew where he

address I had written on the form after looking

licked my lips and tried

had a few things to

me and he said, "I'll stop

you want to

up on my forehead in

offer, I didn't have enough money to let him know that I wasn't

I sighed.

buy them

just have to

off and I will wait for him to

different and longer route back to my actual place but I think I could

for the usual butterscotch pastry

fact that I would be late to reach on time to my shift at

to a slow stop at the

him and

at me for a long moment that made me nervous and then, he

understand why he was becoming such

both knew he

head and put a smile on my face as I said, "No, you don't have to

eyes and cursed my fate as he opened his door and stepped

why he hated me so

come and I didn't wait as I opened

he came to stand on my side, I blurted

He arched a brow.

a reason why he couldn't come inside except that he would know that I

wouldn't

between us

against his car, crossed his legs at the ankles and folded

gulped as I saw the picture

like a GQ

that was a combination of blood